All Is Quiet

All quiet.
Silence screams.
Death hangs in the air.
A sharp click.
I jump at nothing.

Can't you feel my heart jolt?
Can't you hear my silent screams of terror in the night?
Can't you see my broken spirit?
Can't you smell my fear?
Can't you taste the river of blood at my feet?
I do.

Silent no longer.
Yells, curses.
Thunder and lighting.
Smoke and debris fill the air.
Bodies hit mud.
Comrades see Jesus.
My spirit breaks again.

God, feel my heart jolt.
Lord, hear my silent screams.
Jesus, see my broken spirit.
Savior, smell my fear.
Christ, taste the blood at my feet.
I do.

Silent again.
Breath heaves.
In and out.
Eyes close.
Survivors suck in precious air.
Exhaustion hits.
No sleep visits.
Nightmares instead.
They creep through our minds.

God, still my beating heart.
Lord, silence my screams.
Jesus, heal my broken spirit.
Savior, take away my fear.
Christ, stop the river of blood at my feet.
I can't.

Pain leaves.
Slowly.
Breathing stills.
Peace replaces.
Smile spreads.
I'm going home at last.
Healed spirit leaves.
Mourn the loss.
Dry tears fall.
Move on.
Please don't cry for me.

My heart was stilled, but I am at rest.
My screams were silenced, but I am at peace.
My spirit was healed, and it is home.
My fear is gone, my savior reigns.
My river of blood has stopped forever, but only because Christ's river flowed first.
I'm home.